Liar's Song

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Liar's Song
by Marsha Marie


dig deeper

bury them away

it does no good

      to be on display



gaze down 

ignore me please

shut the door

     to hide my screams



can i tell you that i love you? 

can i tell you that i care? 

no matter

it doesn't matter

     i can never be there



my cries for you

what a liar they are 

to tell me true love is just within reach

but in truth be so far 



can i tell you that i love you? 

can i tell you that i care? 

no matter

it doesn't matter

     i can never be there

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